Fallout

I’m continuing to experience fallout from my stressful evening at the theatre last weekend.

The flashbacks and replays of the events have stopped, thank goodness, but the evening has served to heighten my background levels of stress and anxiety considerably, and these have yet to abate.

Whilst not causing a downward spiral by any means, the increase in anxiety has had a very noticeable affect on my ability to function in every day life. Since Saturday night there have been many examples of this – here are a few:

On Sunday, I was a bag of nerves, and had a very short temper. In the early evening my daughter pestered to play a game. I felt over stimulated, and disinterested. We all played as a family, but luck wasn’t on my side. I helped my three year old daughter with the game, and she ended up doing twice as well as I did. Finishing last was just the way things turned out and had little to do with skill, but it made me feel lousy and even more grumpy.

On Monday, I got very little done at work. I wrote my previous article here to try and clear my brain out, but my stress and anxiety were terrible regardless. I found it very difficult to concentrate on what I needed to do, and spent much of the time just browsing the Internet. I simply didn’t feel capable of working.

My daughter has a cold. She was coughing in the night last night and up several times. My wife got up to deal with her first, but I got the nudge in the ribs the second time. Instead of being gentle and sympathetic, I was enraged. I stomped about, and in no uncertain words told my three year old daughter that it was the middle of the night, and that we should all be asleep. “I’ve got a runny nose”, she answered unhelpfully. I stomped around until I found a box of tissues, and then grumpily wiped her nose and almost menacingly told her to go back to sleep. Not a great example of good parenting.

It got worse this morning, when my wife pronounced that our daughter wouldn’t be in nursery today, because of her cold. Our daughter is only in nursery part time, and this gives my wife two days during the week where she can make appointments and get things done. “You’ll have to work from home”, my wife told me ten minutes before I was due to leave for work, “because I have an appointment I can’t cancel this morning”. Nooooooo! This sort of derailment to my schedule sits very badly with me. Not only do I want to ignore the change in plan and push on with what I was supposed to be doing, but in situations like this, I always feel guilt – like I’m letting work down by not being able to make it into the office. Add in the fact that since Christmas I’ve spent a lot of time working from home due to poor weather conditions, and my increased background anxiety too, and it meant that the prospect of working from home felt truly awful. What would I say to my boss? I worked from home two days last week due to ice on the roads (everyone else made it in), and I left an hour early last Friday because my wife was ill. I really did not want to face the prospect of explaining this one.

The crazy thing is that I know my boss will be fine with it, and I know that my many recent days absent from the office have been due to the weather which is out of my hands. I even said this to my wife, as I sat with a sulky face trying to persuade myself that working form home would be fine. She didn’t look impressed.

What happened next just made everything worse. My wife’s decision not to send our daughter to nursery was made whilst my daughter was still asleep. She woke up just before it was time for my son to go to school. She was fine! Change of plan again. I stayed at home with my daughter whilst my wife took our son to school, and then I left for work. And herein lies the next source of stress. I leave early for work – arriving around 8am usually, so that I can get a parking space. I know from experience that if I arrive after 9am, I am unlikely to get a space. This then means struggling to find a space somewhere else that doesn’t cost me £7.50 for the day. This in another of those situations that makes me anxious at the best of times. I took a deep breath and resigned myself to pay the huge fee for the car park that always has spaces. At least I had coins in the car with which to pay.

As it turns out, even at 9.30am, I managed to find a space in my usual car park today. Well, it’s not really a proper space, but spaces aren’t marked in this car park, and as long as you don’t block anyone in, it’s fair game.

So here I am at work once more, and still struggling to get going. I know that eventually my stress and anxiety levels will go down, but I have no idea really how to help that along or even how long it might take to feel better. You see, this sort of background stress is pretty common with me, but I’ve never really paid attention to it in the past – I’ve just assumed it is normal, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Do you have any suggestions for things I can try to help reduce my background anxiety levels?

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